A Short Walk in Snowdonia - Capel Curig to the Glyders

The thermometer in the car read three degrees celsius as I made the short journey from my campsite to the small cluster of houses that is Capel Curig. A few sleety flakes fell as I prepared to set off while the famous view of Snowdon from here was lost in a heavy shower. Where the clouds parted the higher hills were white with new snow and the promised weather window was looking decidedly shaky but having been denied even a short ascent yesterday by the heavy rain I was doing this whatever... well at least setting out and seeing what happened.

Heading a short distance along the path that was once the Old Holyhead Road towards the Ogwen

Looking back towards Capel Curig and Betws y Coed from Cefn y Capel

Valley I turned left on a path after a gate and followed this up towards the boggy plateau of Cefn y Capel. A number of paths lead up here and it was a case of picking the driest route - I bet this is a glorious walk on a warm summer's day but after last night's rain it was a case of following paths that doubled as streams and avoiding the softest ground. The route over the plateau was much the same though the views over the Ogwen to the snowy Carnedd Llewelyn and the tangle of rough country around the Colwyd Reservoir at the eastern end of that range were worth the discomfort. Sadly Snowdon remained hidden along with my destination - the eastern peak of the Glyderau - Gallt yr Ogof which was about as far as I indended going in the conditions. I would continue to Foel Goch if it improved thus climing two hills for the first time but this too had vanished in the mist.

Onwards towards Gallt yr Ogof with the Carneddau on the right

After a stile the path began to climb and become less wet - I won't say dry - as I began the ascent to the higher part of the ridge. The route steepened again up grassy slopes and patches of melting snow started to appear. Soon I was walking in snow though it wasn't deep and actually served to outline the path as it now wound among rocks. The mist came down to meet me and confirmed my plan to keep this a short one today. Presently my route lay across steeper rock strewn slopes and up a small snow slope betwwen rocks - not quite a gully but care was needed here as the new snow from last night conered a harder packed layer from earlier in the winter.

Foel Goch Glyder Fach Y Garn and Tryfan

For a while the walk became fun and exciting then I was on the top of the wide ridge with a view of Tryfan beyond as the mists parted.

From here I followed another snow covered path - there were no tracks at all indicating no one else had been here today - right or east towards the fine rocky top of Gallt yr Ogof whose name means something like slope of the cave. Here at 2503 feet a cold breeze blew though it wasn't as harsh as I had anticipated from below. The view north and west appeared intermittently but south was a wall of grey that threatened to overtake me at any moment. At least I could see along the ridge past Tryfan and Glyder Fach as far as Y Garn and the wild looking Ogwen Valley through which passes the A5 but soon it was time to head back to where I had joined the ridge.

The rocky summit of Gallt yr Ogof with Tryfan beyond

My option had been to continue over Foel Goch to the lonely tarn of Llyn Caseg Fraith - a fine spot - and descend to the north on the path below Tryfan to the Ogwen Valley where I would walk back east along the valley path for about 4 miles to my start point. Instead a look at the dark clouds rolling up from the south - the view ahead had gone - and the fact that it was now snowing, decided me in favor of returning the same way. If the weather window had been briefly open it was now closing and while the drier valley path was appealing it made sense not to continue further in the mist and snow. The watery trails of Cefn y Capel once more beckoned...

Note: There are two mountains in the Glyders named Foel Goch which means the Red Hill - the one I didn't climb today is at the eastern end of the ridge near the small tarn of Llyn Caseg Fraith. The other is at the far end of the ridge between Y Garn and Mynydd Perfedd and is a great walk from Llyn Idwal...

Pete Buckley Feb 2015 - my first outing of 2015

The Tete Rousse on Mont Blanc

This hike ventures part way up the Gouter route on Mont Blanc and is about as far up the mountain as the walker can safely venture. In addition - at 3167m or 10391 feet - it's also the highest point reached by any non technical walking trail from the Chamonix Valley.

It was on a warm July morning that I left the bus in Les Houches by the Bellevue Telepherique, and With the gondola to myself, was whisked swiftly out of the valley and over the steep wooded slopes to Bellevue itself eight hundred metres above. It seemed immediately open and airy up here, having left the confines of the valley and the scent of sun warmed grass was in the breeze as I made the short walk over the high pastures to catch the train known as the Tramway du Mont Blanc. This mountain railway ascends from Saint Gervais to Nid d'Aigle with Bellevue being about two thirds of the way up the line at around 1800m.

Like in Switzerland, the mountain transport around Chamonix is excellent and enables you to reach places in a day that would have been 2 day trips or major missions walking all the way from the valley. The obvious downside is that you can get too many people in once peaceful areas but that being said, the Alpine trains and gondolas are infinitely preferable to having roads and car parks up here with all the extra noise and pollution that would bring.

The train rumbled leisurely along its route, traversing the mountainside and gradually climbing towards the terminus at Nid d'Aigle. There was a deep valley below us to the right, while on the left after passing the minor summit of Mont Lachat,steeper slopes began to rise while the landscape became harsher and more rugged the further we progressed. Finally, after a short tunnel, the end of the line was reached. Nid d'Aigle in a high alpine pasture at something over 2300m or nearly 8000 feet and bordering the Bionnassay Glacier which cascades in spectacular fashion down from the snow covered Aiguille de Bionnassay at the valley's head. A path led over and down to the glacier which was where most of the people leaving the train seemed to be heading. My way however led up the steep rocky slope behind the station and the path signposted 'Tete Rousse'. The route started as it would continue - rough, steep and stony. A relentless ascent of the mountainside beginning with a zigzag track marked with cairns and following a shallow gully higher up.

A wide ledge was crossed 7000 feet above the Chamonix Valley

I'd been up here the previous summer in deep snow, it looked somehow more forbidding now, a desert of grey rock. After nearly an hour, the gradient finally eased and on reaching the ridge, the view opened out into the Chamonix valley on the far side. The previous year, Id turned left here just past a small building below the ridge and scrambled up a few metres to find one of the best viewpoints in the area. Just behind the building, the 9000 foot high ridge drops off steeply overlooking the tramway's route, Les Houches and the length of the Arve valley towards Lake Geneva.

The view back out to the west was rapidly becoming obscured

The trail to Tete Rousse however went to the right, following the wide ridge before once again beginning to zig zag steeply upwards towards the jagged crest above. From here it was hard to see any easy way up there but as I climbed higher it became apparent that the path managed to find a way around or between the rocky obstacles. One or two spots had fixed rope handrails notably on the north side of the ridge where a wide ledge was crossed 7000 feet above the Chamonix valley. The summit of the Brevent opposite was far below and the Aiguille du Midi appeared in front, surprisingly close through a hole in the cloud. The gradient now eased again as the altitude became noticeable while the view back out to the west was rapidly becoming obscured as clouds rolled up the valley.

The hut itself appeared at the last minute across a small flattish glacier

The hut itself appeared at the last minute across a small flattish glacier but I opted instead to follow the ridge up to where it levelled out below the steep rocks that led to the Aiguille du Gouter, now hidden in cloud. Not having rope or crampons with me , I thought it unwise to cross the ice though it looked easy and I couldn't see any crevasses. The weather rapidly went downhill as I ate my lunch perched on some non too comfortable rocks on the ridge.

The sound of distant thunder was the cue for a quick descent as I felt that an exposed ridge top over 10000 feet up was not an ideal spot from which to watch the lightning! I like storms but the phrase 'too close for comfort' sprang to mind! A little way down I was distracted by a group of large brown

I'm sure these were Ibex being larger

goats milling around on the rocks. I can never remember which is which - Chamois or Ibex - I'm sure these were Ibex being larger. I was surprised they were so far up - other than thin patches of moss on some rocks there was no food up here. At least there were grassy areas lower down.

The rain began just before I reached the station, thunder echoing around the valley's upper walls. There isn't much shelter here and as there was now a queue to get on the train I'd have to wait for the next. Not relishing the thought of waiting, I set off and walked down to Bellevue - a long descent - with the rain only easing as I reached the gondola station for my return to the summer warmth below.

Pete Buckley July 2003